Jackie wore a pillbox hat
And all who watched remember that.
That image, with her rose-pink suit
Is something no one can dispute.
The bloodied suit, of wool boucle,
Is, in the archives, locked away,
But no one knows the whereabouts
Of Jackie’s hat, though some have doubts.
Her secretary and her maid
Were stubborn and could not be swayed
To say where maybe it was tossed
And so it was considered lost.
Most likely, it’s tucked out of sight
And in our lives won’t come to light,
Though some collector looks and sighs,
Enjoying that pink pillbox prize.
Categories:
boucle, history,
Form: Rhyme
Turning rolling spinning in circles
changing negative to positive
The positive starts to rotate
The revolving starts then stops...
Then starts again
The revolving starts to rotate
changing positive to negative
in circles...turning, rolling, spinning.
Time is earth
Continuous circular motion
The positive starts to rotate
Orbiting the sun
Earth never differentiates
the rotating starts to revolve
Light then darkness then light then darkness
again and so and so forth
time goes...earth never stops.
Life is based on decisions
the revolving stops...then starts again
Division impression and new beginnings
dictate how we decide
Impression is harmless
in the eyes that requires opinion
the revolving starts to rotate
Harmless opinions...spawn division
Society's machete pointed incision
punctures mankind.
Positive changes to negative the new beginning.
Time is given by life
the right way
Time is taken from life
the wrong way
Yet earth lives
Turning, rolling, spinning.
Categories:
boucle, introspection,
Form: Free verse